Her Ultimate Skill

ULTIMATE SKILL

Sometimes what you do best you want to share with everyone. And sometimes you want to do it only to who you like best.

If it had to do with her lips and tongue, she loved it. I have always thought her mouth should be declared a National Treasure. She is as good at giving head as anyone I ever knew, and she was dedicated to sharing her gift with anyone interested who she liked. She is not my wife and wasn't even really my girlfriend, but I was the happiest friend with benefits in the entire world.

We met at a mixed bowling tournament and somewhere during the three games we were talking about things we like to do besides bowling. "I am into mountain biking, skiing, jogging, sailing, rock climbing, bowling, and giving head," she said casually.

"Wait, what?" I said.

"Rock climbing," she said. "It's where you scale cliff faces with only a rope."

"No, the last thing you said?" I asked.

"Oh, giving head. I am an oral specialist," she said nonchalantly. "I give good head," she said, "oral pleasure."

"To men?" I said.

"Oh, no. To any gender who wants it," she said. "I like giving as well as receiving. No one knows cunnilingus like the ladies," she said confidently. "I love having my pussy eaten."

"You're pretty open about what you like to do," I said.

"Who doesn't like mountain biking? Rock climbing maybe, but biking?" she said with a playful grin.

"I mean the oral sex part," I said.

"I know," she said. "I was just fucking with you. Don't take offense. I am not your normal girl-next-door type," she said. "I don't have a filter."

"So, you don't mind who knows you like oral sex?" I asked.

"No. If God gave it to us, it probably isn't evil," she said with a shrug.

"So you believe in God?"

"No. Not really. But most people seem to, so I just say that," she said.

"You do it with anybody?"

"Hell no," she said. "I have my standards. I have to like you," she said as if I had asked her if she took money from the church collection plate. "I do have special friends."

"Friends with benefits?" I said with a smile.

"I guess," she said. "I think they feel they benefit from knowing me. I believe we both get rewarded," she said with a smile.

"So how do I get to be your friend?" I said.

"You interested in oral?" she asked unambiguously.

"Well, I am not asking for a blowjob," I said, "although I don't turn many down, but a new friend who rock climbs might be nice." I grinned.

"Well, my good friends I try to give a good time to," she said with a smirk. "Maybe we should spend some time trying to be friends," she added. "Take me to dinner, buy me a meal, and I may get to like you."

"I would chance a dinner for that," I said. "What do you like to eat?"

"Something dead, something grown naturally, and something with just the right spices," she said. "Just about anything other than liver. I like Thai, Mexican, or from any country not ruled by a tyrant," she said. "Even steak and potatoes."

"How about going to dinner with me then?" I asked.

"Thought you would never asked," she said with a chuckle.

I took her to a Thai restaurant and we ordered Pad Thai. The evening went well and we chatted like old friends, and we laughed a lot and it was an extraordinarily comfortable evening. I hardly thought much about the skill she said she had and the benefits of being her friend. Well, I did think about it, but I fought the urge to think about it constantly.

"Well, I think we might be friends," she said with a affectionate smile. "Had a good time. Thank you," she added. "And how many times did you think about my specialty?" she asked with a straight face and her usual candor.

"Hardly at all," I said, also with a straight face but totally lying.

"Yes, in case you were going to ask. A second dinner would be nice," she said with a playful grin. "I think by then we may be good friends."

"How about Italian?" I said.

"Pasta sounds great," she said. "Two more dinners you may get to experience my real talent. You're doing good. I mean well," she joked. "You're an English teacher. I'll have to watch my language. I can't use fuck in a sentence around you."

"Don't fucking worry about that," I said.

"That's a relief," she replied.

We went to dinner one more time, and after dinner she invited me for 'coffee' at her place. She put on music and asked me if I liked to dance. I told her I didn't do it very well, but I would try not to step on her feet. We danced a few dances and I tried very hard not to think of the elephant in the room.

We danced until ten, and I managed to stay off her feet most of the time, and when we finished she offered me "dessert." I wasn't sure if dessert was code for anything else, but it was only code for strawberry shortcake with whipped cream. After I had eaten every berry with a forkful of whipped cream, she stunned me by asking if I had to be home before morning.

"It is Sunday and I don't even have church," I said.

"Would you like to stay the night?" she asked.

"Does this mean we're friends?" I asked.

"Do you want a 'friends card?'" she asked sarcastically.

"Not necessary," I said.

"Friends need to get to know each other," she said stepping in close. She raised up on her toes and kissed me. "Want to see what I do best?" she asked with a sly smile.

"I'd love to," I said. "Forgot all about that."

"Yeah, right," she said. "You are such a liar, but I like you. You want to see my etchings?"

"Etchings are my favorite things to see," I said.

"Follow me," she said, turning me toward the stairs.

"I have been hoping to see those etchings for awhile now," I said, trying for charming and clever.

"I should have told you to bring your toothbrush," she said.

"I did," I said lifting it out of my pocket. "I have a change of clothes in my car," I said.

"Pretty sure of yourself," she said.

"Boy scout," I said. "I am always prepared. Carry a Handy Man tool, a pen, and extra underwear," I said. "You never know."

She laughed. "No, you never do."

We went up to her bedroom and she dimmed the light. "I am going for romantic," she said. Before she turned down the lights, I noticed pictures on the wall of her rock climbing. There was also a climbing axe and a carabiner.

I went over to the photos and looked at her on the side of a mountain. As dark as it was, I could still make out the pictures. "Impressive," I said.

"I'd like to take you rock climbing," she said.

"I get nose bleeds standing on a chair to hang a picture above my head," I said.

"If you are on belay, it is a totally different thing," she said. "I could have you climbing in a day. It is actually what I do best."

"With you I'd try it," I said.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," she told me putting her arms around my neck.

I stayed two nights, and then three, then the whole week. We were standing, as we often did, with our arms around one another. "Friends?" I said.

"I was thinking best friends," she said.

We went biking, hiking, picnicking, strolling, and just being together for the next few days. We laughed, chatted and generally enjoyed one another's company. We were clearly compatible, and I realized I liked her better than anyone I have ever known.

"I have been thinking of giving up one of my hobbies," she said one morning.

"Biking?" I said.

"Blowjobs," she said with her usual candor. "At least with the rest of the male population," she added.

On the first night I stayed over we simply made love the conventional way, no genital kissing, no sucking, no deep throating. We made mad, passionate love like rutting primates, kissing and groping, panting and groaning. Then we slept, awoke, then made slow, heated love like committed and devoted people deeply and profoundly in love, romantic and committed.

The third time that night we made love it was a combination of the first two. We simmered, then we boiled, then we smoldered again and held each other a lot and moaned, whispered, and savored the closeness of two very warm bodies.

On the second night I sleep at her house she demonstrated just how talented she is in the oral arts. She made a ritual out of it, undressing me slowly and deliberately, making it a production, placing me on the bed in a sitting position, spreading my legs and stretching out between my knees. She studied my erection for maybe two minutes, kissing the tip and gazing at its stature, its elegance (she said), and 'soaking in its beauty,' then she spent some time slowly licking the tip in long, flat-tongued laps and cooing.

When she took it in her mouth it was slowly, sliding down its length like a unhurried gourmet savoring a delightfully tasting dessert, sampling its flavor, enjoying its aftertaste, extending its extravagance. She held me still in the back of her throat, porn-queen style, sucking slowly and with a surprising force that left me breathless.

Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue exerting pressure to the underside of my cock, her lips tightening around the sensitive tip. Suddenly, she moved her mouth to the side of my shaft and held me tightly between her lips and sucked my rod from the side,

Then I said, "I am going to come," and she just smiled around my cock, keeping me in her mouth, waiting for my cum to spirt passed her tongue and down her throat. She held me there, swallowing gleefully, drinking all that my testicles could produce, loving the feel of my semen sliding passed her epiglottis, down towards her center.

When I was finished ejaculating, like a cat with cream, she licked the residue off the sides of my dick as if it were an ice cream cone and she wanted to get it all before it melted. "I love the taste of your cum in the morning," she purred gleefully.

"And I love that you love the taste of my cum anytime of the day or night," I said, watching her clean the semen off my shrinking penis with long and slow swipes of her pink, wet tongue. Then when it was completely flaccid, she took the limp wand in her mouth and sucked it like a candy stick.

She sucked until it began to grow to its previous length, then she smiled, put her lips over the top and licked and sucked like it was the tastiest morsel on the planet. "You were right," I said. "You are the best to ever do it."

"You are just saying that to get on my good side," she said.

"You have an awful lot of good sides," I said.

"I am glad you decided to try this one," she said.

"I am glad I did too," I said.

I also tried, against my will, rock climbing, and she was right, on belay it was much different. It even diminished my fear of any height over my head. I found, especially with her on the other end of the belay rope, I actually liked doing it. It was the second thing I learned she could really do well.

As we stood together one night after that I said, "I never thought I could love someone who shared her skills with groups of men, but I do. I love you."

"And I thought I could never be happy limiting myself to just one person night after night, but I am, I do, and I am delighted to be able to," she said.

"It never was a condition," I said. "I wouldn't ask you to give up a hobby you like. Especially one you enjoyed so much."

"I thought I wouldn't either, but I have found I love doing it to the person I love being around the most and no one else," she said. "Especially, one who will fight off his fear of heights to do something with me that I really like doing, and someone who will let me do what I love to do to his body part that changes size," she said.

After that she taught me how to eat pussy really well, and I studied and practiced dutifully. She had enjoyed many partners in bi sex activities, but since my moving in she has limited her receiving oral sex to the person she sleeps with every night.

We have backpacked, biked, climbed rocks, bowled, skied, jogged, surfed, and fucked on a regular basis and plan to keep our activities to a limited number. Just two. What a lucky night of bowling that turned out to be for me. Maybe her, too.